Walking along the sidewalk, in a store or any crowded place, I often find myself look at others, observing others, and the mask each of them wears. Every mask is different. Different colors, shapes, drawings, and designs. They display emotions, true and false identities, or their soul. Often what is seen is not what they really appear to be. Angels can have hidden demons. Darkness have the saving light. Many do not even get to see the mask removed. We set ourselves as who we want to be, who we want people to see us as. Or make it so people see something they don't want to see deeper. But really we are the masks we wear. We display them so vibrately. We become who we display. We live our fantasy, our lie, until someone has the courage to ripped it off of us, exposing who we once were, the deepest part of our soul that was trapped. That is the person who will set you free from a world of masks. They are those you can trust, they are those who will help, they are those who will never leave.
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